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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=497147" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>What I Once Believe When I Was Young</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">idealism was the first thing i believe in<br>that the good triumphs<br>that the bad at the end is vanguished and buried<br>the corrupt is hanged and the people shall clap their hands<br>while the flag flies<br>in the free air, while the women dance in our liberties<br>while the men take pride<br>in the wars that they have fought and won, <br>that justice prevails<br>that the criminal is always caught and put to jail because<br>crime does not pay, <br>that the rich may soon become poor because in accordance with the <br>cycle of fortunes<br>no one is poor forever<br>that the only possibility of those who are up is always to go down</div><div style="margin:10px 0">then one day i notice some white locks of hair in my head<br>my lips crack, my cheeks have wrinkles and my forehead has<br>a number of furroughs<br>my skin dry, my nose falling on my chin, <br>the changes, oh, the changes, <br>in myself have become the <br>inevitable, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and then, all of the sudden, the idealism is gone, <br>like how government is toppled by another government<br>like how a charismatice leader is shot and another <br>seemingly charismatic leader takes the reigns, <br>only to find <br>one robber displacing another robber<br>and this keeps on happening for years, until one day</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i find myself standing in one corridor staring to the space beyond me<br>to the far mountain to some grey skies<br>it looks it will rain all day in my life</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i look at myself in the mirror<br>to find this ugliness in myself and in everything else</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is dark, it is what we call a nice evening and then we do nothing<br>but turn off the light and sleep</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q>
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that the good triumphs
that the bad at the end is vanguished and buried
the corrupt is hanged and the people shall clap their hands
while the flag flies
in the free air, while the women dance in our libert..."></div>
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